| I can make a speech
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| When the mood comes to me
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| Yes, it’s true
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| But oh, pretty darlin'
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| I’m speechless when it comes to you
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| Speechless when you reach for my hand
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| I’m so speechless and I can’t understand how you love me
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| But as long as you keep saying that you love me
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| There is nothing I can say
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| Except I’m speechless at the sound of your voice
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| I’m so speechless and since I have no choice
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| I keep smiling like a cat who’s caught a bird
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| And just keeps smiling
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| If I dared to say a word, you’d find me mindless
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| And I don’t really mind, love is blindness
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| And my mind is resigned to the kindness you keep pouring on me
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| Can it be, can it be, can it be all for me?
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| I don’t have a hope
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| If you don’t dream of me
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| This is true
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| 'Cause oh, pretty darlin'
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| I’m hopeless when I dream of you
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| Speechless and the heart never lies
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| I’m so speechless so I speak with my eyes
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| Are you smiling 'cause I seem like Harpo Marx?
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| Or are you smiling at my face within the darkness?
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| When I’m breathless and I come up for air
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| It’s so endless that it gives me a scare
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| It’s so timeless that I never touch ground
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| Why should I, why should I, why should I make a sound?
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| I can sing your song
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| I can sigh in the night
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| This is true
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| But oh, pretty darlin'
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| I’m speechless at the sight of you |